I don't understand; I never used to. Now I think I do.
I am distracted, I couldn't let my mind think of you. So I distracted myself, I would hate to be the person who I claim to have feelings for. While they think of me; I'm thinking of you.
Now you see what you've done to me, I don't blame it all on you of course. I blame it on them, they made me this way. They left me, how coukd parents do such a thing. I'm broken, so I've been clinging to the thing that would stay; now I'm clinging to him.
Oh how I would hate to be him; because whenever I'm with him...I'm thinking of you. Though I can't bring myself to let go, I'd let go of the only thing stable in my life. You already taken that though...you took it when you left.
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My Wonderwall
Não FicçãoThe day we met. She was beautiful, her bright blue eyes and Her brown freckles. She was everything I ever wanted, but I was straight; until I met her.I knew she wouldn't even look my way, though it was only a matter of time before I fell in Love wit...
